The last time I posted I dumped a metric-ton of emotion, and it was a lot. If you can visualize Steve Spangler with his Diet Coke and Mentos, that was me and my emotions. It was messy, and it was unfettered.
This past week has been like a sunrise in the mountains, after a harsh thunderstorm the night before. Everything is calm, peaceful, brilliant and bright, and you’d be hard pressed to imagine the night before. IYKYK.
I seem to have fallen into a routine this week: work, personal breaks, personal projects, and even spending the evening reading before bed. Tonight I switched it up and went to a local bar for a couple of drinks.
Normally, I’d go, drink a few beers, and make my way home. Tonight, I was grooving to the music, and even made fast-friends with a couple of guys at the bar. We talked about high school (90s life), kids, and just shot the shit over the Yankees and Mariner’s game on the TV. It felt natural, and unencumbered. If I were a gambling man, I’d be playing the lottery right now.
I guess all of this to say that when everything feels like it’s lost, and there’s no end in sight, you gotta just let go of yourself and trust in the universe.
I’m in no way religious, and I have a hard time believing in higher powers. But, I do recognize that there are things out there that are beyond my understanding. Maybe, just maybe, giving yourself over to the unknown is not so bad. Whatever you call it, just know that you are not alone, and that there is something out there greater than yourself — whatever you want to call it.
Either way, right now I cannot deny the sense of gratitude I am feeling for the past 5 days. It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt so good, and I am not one to look gift horses in the mouth.
So, Mr. Universe, I want to thank you for everything I’ve been afforded this week. I couldn’t be more grateful for the reprieve you’ve given me. 🙏